Here are Year 12’s poems on the themes of Emily Dickenson. (BAD LANGUAGE ALERT.) Vote for your favourite by posting a comment.
GOD
I am the creator
I am your sir
I have the power
I’m not just a blur
I’m a genius
I am life
I’m limitation
I am the entire generation
I am God
Funeral
This is what
the devil reads before he goes to sleep, some food for thought, food for death
go ahead and f*#!ing eat. My fathers
dead ? Well I don’t know, we never f*#!ing
meet.
Chaos
Descent into madness
From sane to insanity
Peace is crazy
War is the solution
No disagreements
Only Chaos
Love
Love is
uncontrollable emotions, feelings and passion
Love is
formed by a strike of an arrow by Cupid.
Nature
Nature, a flower blooming in the spring
Leaves blowing in the swirly wind
The slow heart beat a new born animal has
The first sensation of senses
Autumn arrives, and lovers start to die.
Ecstasy
The height of emotion
The overwhelming of the mind
The spectrum – diversion
The ready unwind
The crash of waves
The thunder of skies
The pinnacle of hysteria…
Ecstasy
Nothing
To be nothing
Does not exist
To be in a coffin
Is to contest
To be killed for something
Is better than nothing
To be doing nothing
Is not something
There’s not much to be said
About the topic of nothingness
Many would rather be dead
Than attempt such hopelessness
I’ve had enough of this
It is taking the p *#!
I quit
This is s*#!
Time
“A nonchalant lack of progress”
He spoke that far too well
An impeccable lack of stature, unclear thatcher,
he watched as the Berlin Wall fell.
But as he sits, draws from his experiences
The ones that shape him, make him, he’ll see
Passing time by the banks of the Tyne
admiring his lack of responsibility.
Then as his inner conflicts banged and changed
He failed to assume control, moment
Then as the hands revolved a moment of clarity came to be
London, England Barrow and Furnace
Crumbled in the sea.
Fear
The dark can be a scary thing
With freaky people seeking
Some of them want to stab the kids
Others want to eat eye lids
There could be monsters in the dark
How I envy the ones I fear
Because they can see what is near
Jesus Christ! They are here
The ones that I truly fear
A ghost or ghoul or goblin
Possibly come to take my teeth
Immortal
To be immortal
Would be to live without fear
You would never be scared
As death is never near
But what if our soul is immortal
And not our body
Would we still walk without a care in the world
And not care for anybody
When I think of being immortal
A superhero springs to mind
They have duties to society
To be helpful, strong and kind
However I am not a superhero
In fact I am none of the above
Yes I am immortal
I am ………….
Insanity
The expolsive insanity inside that tells you to do everything at once.
Paint. Draw. Write. See. Run. Fly
Are we insane? Or are our brains
To busy for us to keep up?
It’s catchy, it’s infectious
It finds you in the middle of the night,
It hunts you down
It’s everywhere. It’s not us, it’s them